All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

“Is that all I am to you, a simple transaction?”Jeremiah’s grip on my hand tightened. My stomach twisted into a knot, tight and cold. My throat felt like I had swallowed sand. He was moving too fast, pulling me into a current I didn’t know how to navigate. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t sure I ever would be.I pulled my hand away and shoved a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t think I can talk about this right now.”He watched me, his eyes wide. He caught the slight tremble in my fingers. “It is fine. Breathe.”He stepped into my space and looped his arms around my waist. He pulled me against him, his movements slow and deliberate. He rubbed his palms against my back, the rhythm steady. He hummed a low, soothing sound. It was meant to quiet a nervous child, but it worked on me. My muscles went soft. My heart stopped its frantic pace. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.“I want you to know something,” he whispered. “I will never force you to do anything.

"Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to do something about it?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the heavy silence in the room.Jeremiah didn't answer immediately. He stood there, his gaze locked on me with an intensity that made my skin hum. When he finally moved, he reached out and gripped the fabric of my top. A sharp sound of tearing filled the air as he pulled the material apart, exposing me to his heated stare. My breath hitched, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.I couldn't handle the waiting anymore. I reached out, threading my fingers into his hair, and guided his face down."Yes," I breathed as his mouth found me.His lips were hot, and his tongue flicked against my skin with a precision that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. He transitioned to the other side, circling the sensitive peak with his thumb while he suckled. My hips lifted on their own, seeking more contact, more friction. Every time he shifted his attention,

Salome’s POV“You think this is funny, don’t you?” I asked, staring at the thermos on the desk.Jeremiah sat across from me. His face stayed flat, but his eyes crinkled at the corners. He didn’t answer. He just watched me. My skin burned. Arthur had brought me this soup, specifically designed to replace electrolytes after physical exertion. It was a silent message. Arthur knew exactly what I had done with Jeremiah the night before.A sharp rap on the office door cut through the silence. My heart hammered against my ribs. Had the person outside heard us? Did they know? I squeezed the arms of my chair. The room began to tilt. My vision blurred at the edges, and my stomach flipped. I shut my eyes tight, trying to force the dizziness away.“Salome? Talk to me. What is wrong?” Jeremiah was off his chair in a second. He knelt on the floor beside me. His palm pressed firmly against my back, moving in slow circles.The door creaked open. Benedict stood in the threshold. She stopped dead. Her g

Salome’s POV“Are you always going to lurk in the shadows, or do you just enjoy making me jump?” I snapped, my hands landing hard on my hips.Jeremiah blinked, his shoulders dropping as he held up a bright orange water bottle. He didn't look like a spy. He looked like a man who just wanted a drink.“I work in that office ten feet away,” he said, his voice calm. “I came out for water. You were already talking when I walked in. Besides, you left your thermos on your desk. Arthur spent all morning prepping that soup. He’s going to be disappointed if it stays cold.”My shoulders slumped. The spike of adrenaline faded, leaving only a dull ache in my temples. I turned away, staring at the empty breakroom wall. My face burned. If he had been standing there for long, he had heard every jagged word of that phone call.“I’m not hungry,” I mumbled to the wall.I didn't hear him move, but suddenly his warmth was inches away. A palm settled against my jaw. He turned my head with a steady, gentle pr

Salome’s POV"Why are you so quiet today, did the workload finally break you?"I looked up from my laptop, my neck stiff from hours of hunching over the desk. I forced a small smile at the empty chair next to me where Benedict usually sat. She had been absent all day, leaving me to scramble through a double load of tasks. The morning haze of exhaustion had settled deep into my bones, making every keystroke feel like a monumental effort. I pushed forward anyway. I had a rhythm to maintain, and the pile of files on my desk was not going to clear itself.By mid-afternoon, the office felt strangely cavernous. I checked on Jeremiah, finding him deep in a conference with his team. He looked focused, his brow furrowed as he scanned a set of blueprints. I didn't want to break his concentration, so I quietly set a cup of hot green tea on the corner of his desk. He glanced up, gave me a brief, tight nod, and turned back to his conversation. I retreated to my station, grateful for the silence.Th